17: April 2017 #01 - Table of Contents

April 2017

Issue #17

“Soon it will be the sky of early spring, stretching above the stubborn ferns and violets.
Nothing can be forced to live.
The earth is like a drug now, like a voice from far away,
a lover or master. In the end, you do what the voice tells you.
It says forget, you forget.
It says begin again, you begin again.”